the Prophet is an Asse whose prophecies come so to paile Said he not oft and sung it to Lluellen after much adoe Should in spite heaue vp his chin and be the highest of his kinne And see aloft Lluellens head Empalled with a crowne of lead My Lord let not this South-faire lacke That hath such cunning in his iacke Harper Dauid holde still your clacke Least your heeles make your neâ— cracke Frier Gentle Prophet and yee loue me for speâ— me not t is the worst â—ke in the world to sturre a wirche or anger a wise man maister unlesse haue wee anie nast best giue my horses some more â—aie Exeunt omnes Elinor in child-bed with her daughter Ione and other Ladies Qu. Eli. Cal forth those renowmed Friers come from France And raise me gentle Ladies in my bed That while this faultring engine of my speach I leane to vtter my concealed guilt I maie respect and so repent my sinnes Ione VVhat plague atracts your roiall Maiestie Qu. Eli. Ah Ione I perish through a double warres First in this painfull prison of my soule A world of dreadfull sins holpe thee to sight And Nature hauing lost her working power Yeeldes vp her earthlie Fortunes vnto death Next ouer VVar my soule is ouer preast In thee my Conscience loaden with misdeedes Sittes seeing my Conscience to ensue VVithout especiall fauour from aboue Ione Your Grace must account it a warriors crosse To make resist where daunger there is none Superdewe your Feuer by precious Art And helpe you still through hope of heauenlie aide Qu. Eli. The carelesse sleepe rule on the mountaines toppes That see the Sea-man floating on the swerge The threatning windes comes springing with the flouds To ouerwhelme and drowne his craised keele His tackes torne his sailes borne ouer boarde How pale like Vallowe flowres the mountaine standes Vppon his hatches waiting for his iearke Wringing his hands that ought to plaie the pompe Maie blaâ—e his feare that laboreth not for life So thou poore soule maie tell a seruile tale Maie councell me but I that prooue thy paine Maie heare thee talke but not redresse my harme But ghastlie death alreadie is addrest To gleane the latest blossome of my life My spirite failes me are these Friers come Enter the King and his brother in Friers weeds King Dominus vobiscum Edmund Et cum spiritu tuo Qu. Elinor Draw neare graue Fathers and approche my bed Forbeare our presence Ladies for a while And leaue vs to our secret conference King What cause hath moued your roiall Maiestie To call your seruaunts from their countreis bounds For to attend your pleasure here in Englands court Qu. Eli. See you not holie Friers mine estate My bodie weake inclining to my graue Edm. We see and sorrow for thy paine faire Queene Qu. Eli. By this eternall signes of my defectes Friers consecrate mine ineternall griefe My soule ah wretched soule within this brest Faint for to mount the Heauens with wings of grace A hundred by flocking troupes of sinne That stop my passage to my wished howres King The nearer Elinor so the greatest hope of health And daine to vs for to impart your quiet VVho by our praiers and counsaile ought to arme Aspiring soules to scale the heauenly grace Qu. Eli. Shame and remorse doth stop my course of speach King Madam you need not dread our conference VVho by the order of the holy Church Are all annoynted to sacred secrecie Qu. Eli. Did I not thinkeâ— naie were I not assured Your wisedomes would be silent in that cause No feare could make me to bewraie my selfe â—ue gentle fathers I haue thought it good Not to relie vppon these Englishmen But on your trothes you holy men of Fraunce Then as you loue your life and Englands weale Keepe secret my Confession from the king For why my storie nearelie toucheth him Whose loue compared with my losse delights With manie sorrowes that my heart affrights Edmund My heart misgiues King Be silent follow Frier Qu. Eli. In pride of youth when I was yong and faire And gracious in the king of Englands sight The daie before that night his Highnes should Possesse the pleasure of my wedlockes bed Caitife accursed monster as I was His brother Edmund beautifull and young Vppon my bridall couch by my concent Enioies the flowre and fauour of my loue The King be holdeth his brother wofully And I becam a Traitresse to my Lord King Facinus scelus in fandum nefas Edm. Madam through sickenes weakenes and your wittes t were verie good to bethinke yourselfe before you speake Qu. Eli. Good father not so weake but that I woe My heat doth rent to thinke vpon the time But whie exclaimes this holie Frier so Oh praie then for my faults religious man King T is charitie in men of my degree To sorrow for our neighbours hainous sinnes And Madam though some promise loue to you And zeale to Edmund brother to the King I praie the Heauens you both maie soone repent But might it please your Highnes to proceede Vnto this sinne a worser doth succeede Qu. Eli. For Ione of Acon the supposed child And daughter of my Lord the English King Is baselie borne begotten of a Frier Such time as I was their anued in Fraunce His one lie true and lawfull sonne my frendes He is my hope his sonne that should succeed Is Edward of Carnaruan latelie borne Now all the scruples of my troubled minde I sighing sound within your reuerent eares Oh praie for pittie praie for I must die Remitte my God the follie of my youth My groaned spirites attends thy mercies seate Queene Elinor dies Fathers farewell commend me to my King Commend me to my children and my friends And close mine eies for death will haue his due King Blushing I shut theie thine inticing lampes The wanton baites that make me sucke my bane Pirpus hardned flames did neuer reflect More hidious flames then from my brest arise VVhat fault more vilde vnto thy dearest Lord Our daughter base begotten of a Priest And Ned my brother partner of my loue Oh that those eies that lightned Cesars braine Oh that those lookes that mastered Phucebus brand Or else those lookes that staine Melisaes farre Should shrine discreet desire and lawles lust Vnhappie King dishonored in thy stocke Hence faigned weedes vnfaigned is my griefe Edm. Dread Prince my brother if my vowes auaile I call to witnes Heauen in my behalfe If zealous praier might driue you from suspect I bend my knees and humblie craue this boone That you will driue misdeedes out of your minde Maie neuer good betide my life my Lord If once I dreamde vppon this damned deede But my deceased sister and your Queene Afflicted with recurelesse maladies Impatient of her paine grew lunatick Discouering errors neuer dreamde vppon To proue this true the greatest men of all Within their learned volumes doe discord That all extreames and aland in naught but extremes Then thinke oh King her agonie
THE Famous Chronicle of king Edward the first sirnamed Edward Longshankes with his returne from the holy land ALSO THE LIFE OF LLEVELLEN rebell in Wales Lastly the sinking of Queene Elinor who sunck at Charingcrosse and rose againe at Pottershith now named Queenehith LONDON Printed by Abell Ieffes and are to be solde by William Barley at his shop in Gratious streete 1593 THE Famous Chronicle historie of King Edwarde the first sirnamed Edwarde Longshankes with the sincking of Queene Elinor at Charingcrosse and her rising againe at Potters hith otherwise called Queene hith Enter Gilbart de Clare Earle of Glocester with the Earle of Sussex Mortimer the Earle of March Dauid Lluellens brother waiting on Helinor the Queene mother The Queene Mother MY L. lieutenant of Glocester and L. Mortimor To do you honor in your Soueraignes eyes That as we heare is newly come aland From Palestine with all his men of warre The poore remainer of the royall Fleete Preseru'd by miracle in Sicill Roade Go mount your Coursers meete him on the way Pray him to spur his Steede minutes and houres Vntill his mother see hir princely sonne Shining in glory of his safe returne Exeunt Lords Manet Queene Mother Illustrious England auncient feat of kings Whose chiualrie hath roiallizd thy fame That sounding brauely through terrestiall vaile Proclaiming conquests spoiles and victories Rings glorious Ecchoes through the farthest worlde What warlike nation traind in feates of armes What barbarous people stubborne or vntaimd What climate vnder the Meridian signes Or frozen Zone vnder his brumall stage Erst haue not quaked and trembled at the name Of Britaine and hir mightie Conquerour Her neighbor realmes as Scotland Denmarke France Aude with their deedes and iealious of her armes Haue begd defensiue and offensiue leagues Thus Europe riche and mightie in her kinges Hath feard braue England dreadfull in her kings And now to eternize Albions Champions Equiualent with Troians auncient fame Comes louely Edward from Ierusalem Veering before the winde plowing the sea His stretched sailes fild with the breath of men That through the world admires his manlines And loe at last ariued in Douer roade Long shanke your king your glory and our sonne With troopes of conquering Lords and warlike knights Like bloudy crested Mars orelookes his hoste Higher then all his armie by the head Martching along as bright as Phoebus eyes And we his mother shall beholde our sonne And Englands Peeres shall see their Soueraigne The Trumpets sound and enter the traine viz. his maimed Souldiers with headpeeces and Garlands on them euery man with his red Crosse on his coate the Ancient borne in a Chaire his Garland and his plumes on his headpeece his Ensigne in his hand Enter after them Glocester and Mortimer bareheaded others as many as may be Then Longshanks and his wife Elinor Edmund Couchback and Ione and Signior Moumfort the Earle of Leicesters prisoner with Sailers and Souldiers and Charles de Moumfort his brother Q. Mother Glocester Edward O my sweete sonnes And then she fals and sounds Longsh. Helpe Ladies O ingratefull desteny To welcome Edward with this tragedie Glocest. Pacient your highnes t is but mothers loue Receiu'd with sight of her thrice valiant sonnes Madam amaze not see his Maiestie Returnd with glory from the holy land Moth. Braue sons the worthy Champions of our God The honourable souldiers of the highest Beare with your mother whose aboundant loue With teares of ioyes salutes your sweete returne From famous iourneys hard and fortunate But lordes alas how heauie is our losse Since your departure to these Christian warres The king your Father and the prince your sonne And your braue Vnckle Almaines Emperour Aye me are dead Longsh. Take comfort madam leaue these sad laments Deare was my vnckle dearer was my sonne And ten times dearer was my noble father Yet were their liues valewd at thousand worlds They cannot scape the arrest of dreadfull death Death that dooth seaze and sommon all alike Then leauing them to heauenly blessednes To ioyne in thrones of glory with the iust I doo salute your royall Maiestie My gratious mother Queene and you my lordes Gilbart de Clare Sussex and Mortimer And all the princely states of Englands peeres With health and honor to your harts content And welcome wished England on whose ground These feete so often haue desird to tread Welcome sweete Queene my fellow Traueller Welcome sweete Nell my fellow mate in armes Whose eyes haue seene the slaughtered Sarazens Pil'de in the ditches of Ierusalem And lastly welcome manly followers That beares the scars of honor and of armes And on your war drums carry crownes as kings Crowne Murall Nauall and triumphant all At view of whom the Turkes haue trembling fled And Sarazens like sheepe before the walles Haue made their cottages in walled townes But Bulwarkes had no fence to beate you back Lords these and they will enter brasen gates And teare downe lime and Morter with their nailes Imbrace them Barons these haue got the name Of English Gentlemen and knights at armes Not one of these but in the Champaine field Hath wonne his crowne his collar and his spurs Not Caesare loading through the streetes of Rome The captiue kings of conquered nations Was in his princely triumphes honoured more Then English Edward in this martiall sight Countrimen your lims are lost in seruice of the Lord Which is your glory and your Countries fame For lims you shalt haue liuing lordships lands And be my counsellors in warres affaires Souldiers sit downe Nell sit thee by my side These be prince Edwards pompious treasurie The Queene Mother being set on the one side and Queene Elinor on the other the king sitteth in the middest mounted highest and at his feete the Ensigne vnderneath him O glorious Capitoll beautious Senate house Triumphant Edward how like sturdie Oakes Do these thy Souldiers circle thee about To shield and shelter thee from winters stormes Display thy crosse old Aimes of the Vies Dub on your Drums tand with Indiaes sunne My lustie westerne lads Matreueirs thou Sound prowdly here a perfect point of warre In honour of thy Souereignes safe returne Thus Long shanks bids his Souldiers Bien veneu Vse Drummes Trumpets and Ensignes and then speake Edward Edw. O God my God the brightnes of my daye How oft hast thou preseru'd thy seruant safe By sea and land yea in the gates of death O God to thee how highly am I bound For setting me with these on English ground One of my mansion houses will I giue To be a colledge for my maimed men Where euery one shall haue an hundred markes Of yearely pention to his maintenance A Souldier that for Christ and countrie sightes Shall want no liuing whilst king Edward liues Lords you that loue me now be liberall And giue your larges to these maimed men Q. Mot. Towards this erection doth thy mother giue Out of her dowrie fiue thousand pounds of gold To finde them Surgeons to
Long. He had no thought of any gentle heart That would not seaze desire for such desart If any heauenly ioy in women be Sweet of all sweetes sweete Nell it is in thee Now lords along by this the Earle of Marche Lord Mortimor ore Cambriaes mountaine tops Hath rang'd his men and feeles Lluellens minde To which confines that well in wasting be Our sollemne seruice of coronation past We will amaine to backe our friends at neede And into to Wales our men at armes shall march And we with them in person foote by foote Brother of Scotland you shall to your home And liue in honour there faire England friend And thou sweet Nell Queene of king Edwards heart Shall now come lesser at thy daintie loue And at coronation meete thy louing peeres When stormes are past and we haue coolde the rage Of these rebellious Welshmen that contend Gainst Englands maiestie and Edwards crowne Sound Trumpets Harolds lead the traine along This be king Edwards feast and hollie daie Exeunt Enter the Maris of London from Church and Musicke before her Qu. Eli. Glocester who may this be a bride or what I praie yee Ione goe see And know the reason of the harmonie Ione Good woman let it not ostend you any whit For to deliuer vnto me the cause That in this vnusuall kinde of sort You passe the streetes with musicke so Maris Mistres or Madam what ere you be Wot you I am the Maior of Londons wife Who for I haue beene deliuered of a sonne Hauing not these doozen yeares had any before Now in my husbands yeare of Mairoltie Bringing him a goodly boye I passe vnto my house a maiden bride Which priuate pleasure touching godlinesse Shall here no waye I hope offend the good Queene You hope so gentle mistres do you indeed But doe not make it parcell of your creede Maris Alas I am vndone it is the Queene The proudest Queene that euer England knew Exeunt Maris omnes Quee. Come Gloster le ts to the court and reuel there Exeunt Glocester and the Queene Enter Meredith Dauid and Lluellen Dauid Soft is it not Meredeth I behold Lluel. All good all friends Meredeth see the man Must make vs great and raise Lluellens head Fight thou Lluellen for thy friend and thee Mer. Fight mauger fortune strong our battailes strong And beare thy foes before thy pointed launce Dauid Not too much prowesse good my lord at once Some talke of pollicie another while Mered. How comes my lims hurt at this assault Lluel. Hurt for our good Meredeth make account Sir Dauids wit is full of good deuise And kindlie will performe what he pretends Dauid Enough of this my Lord at once What will you that I holde the king in hand Or what shall I especiallie aduize Sitting in counsell with the English lordes That so my counsell may auaile my friends Lluel. Dauid if thou wilt best for me deuise Aduise my loue be rendered to my hand Tell them the Chaines that Mulciber erst made To tie Prometheus lims to Caucasus Nor furies phanges shal hold me long from her But I will haue her from the usurper tent My beautious Elinor if ought in this If in this case thy wit may boote thy friends Expres it then in this in nothing els Dauid I there 's a Carde that puts vs to our trumpe For might I see the starre of Leisters loines It were enough to darken and obscure This Edwards glorie fortune and his pride First hereof can I put you out of doubt Lord Mortimor of the king hath her in charge And honourablie intreates your Elinor Some thinkes he praies Lluellen were in heauen And thereby hopes to coache his loue on earth Lluel No where Lluellen mounts there Ellen flies Inspeakable are my thoughts for her Shee is not from me in death to be diuorst Dauid Go to it shall be so so shall it be Edward is full resolued of thy faith So are the English lords and Barons all Then what may let thee to intrude on them Some new found stratagem to feele their wit It is enough Meredeth take my weapons I am your prisoner say so at the least Go hence and when you parle on the walles Make shew of monstrous tirannie you intend To execute on me as on the man That shamefullie rebels gainst kin and kinde And least thou haue thy loue and make thy kinde With such conditions as shall best concerne Dauid must die say thou a shamefull death Edward perhaps with ruthe and pittie moou'd Will in exchange yeelde Elinor to thee And thou by me shalt gaine thy hearts desire Lluel. Sweetely aduized Dauid thou blessest me My brother Dauid lengthener of my life Friends gratulate to me my ioyfull hopes Exeunt Enter Longshankes Sussex and others Long. Why Barons suffer yee our foes to breathe Assault assault and charge them all amaine They feare they flie they faint they fight in vaine But where is gentle Dauid in his Den Loth were lenght but good should him betide Sound an Alarum On the walles enter Longshankes Sussex Mortimor Dauid the Friar Meredith holding Dauid by the collar with a Dagger in his hande Long. Where is the proude disturber of our state Traitor to Wailes and to his Soueraigne Lluel. Vsurper here I am what doost thou craue Lon. Welshman alleagance which thou owest thy king Lluel. Traitor no king that seekes thy countries sack The famous runnagate of Christendome Long. Ambitious rebell knowest thou what I am How great how famous and how fortunate And darst thou carie armes against me here Euen when thou shouldst do reuerence at my feete Yea feard and honourd in the farthest parts Hath Edward beene thy noble Henries sonne Traitor this sworde vnsheathd hath shined oft VVith reeking in the bloud of Sarazens When like to Perseus on his winged steede Brandishing bright the bloud of Adamant That aged Saturne gaue faire Maias sonne Conflicting tho with Gorgon in the vale Setting before the gates of Nazareth My horses hoofes I staind in Pagans gore Sending whole countries of heathen soules To Plutoes house this sworde this thirstie sworde Aimes at thy head and shall I hope ere long Gage and deuide thy bowels and thy bulke Disloiall villaine thou and what is more Lluel. Why Longshankes thinkst thou I will bee scarde with wordes No didst thou speake in thunder like to Ioue Or shouldst as Briareus shake at once A hundred bloudie swordes with bloudie hands I tell thee Longshankes here he faceth thee VVhome nought can daunt no not the stroke of death Resolu'd yee see but see the chance of warre Knowst thou a traitor and thou seest his head Then Longshankes looke this villaine in the face This Rebell he hath wrought his countries wrack Base rascall had and hated in his kinde Obiect of wrath and subiect of reuenge Long. Lluellen calst thou this the chance of warre Bad for vs all pardie but worse for him Courage sir Dauid kings thou knowst must die And noble mindes all
To passe the wearie time away Wearie God wot poore wench to thee That neuer thought these daies to see Mortimor Breake heart and split mine eies in twaine Neuer let me heare those wordes againe Frier What can the Frier doe or saie To passe the wearie time awaie More dare I doe then he dare saie Because he doubts to haue away Eli. Doe somewhat Frier saie or sing That may to sorrowes so lace bring And I meane while wil Garlands make Morti. O Mortimor were it for thy sake A Garland were the happiest stake That euer this hand vnhappie drew Frier Mistres shal I tel you true I haue a song I learnd it long agoe I wot not whether yo le like it wel or ill T is short and sweete but somewhat brolde before Once let me sing it and I aske no more Eli. What Frier will you so indeede Agrees it somewhat with your neede Frier Why mistres shal I sing my creede Eli. That 's fitter of the two at neede Morti. O wench how maist thou hope to speede Frier O mistres out it goes Looke what comes next the Frier throes The Frier sittes along and singes Morti. Such a sitting who euer saw An Eagles bird of a Iacke dawe Eli. So Sir is this all Morti. Sweete heart here 's no more Eli. How now good fellow more indeede By one then was before Frier How now the diuel in steede of a dittie Morti. Frier a dittie come late from the cittie To aske some pitty of this lasse so pretty Some pitty sweete mistres I praie you Eli. How now Frier where are we now and you play not the man Frier Friend Copes mate you that come late from the Cittie To aske some pittie of this lasse so prettie In likenes of a doleful dittie Hang me if I doe not paie yee Mortimor O Frier you grow chollericke wel yo le Haue no man to Court your mislers but your selfe On my word I le take you downe a botton hole Frier Ye talk ye talke childe Enter Lluellen and Meredith Lluellen T is wel potter you fight in a good quarrel Meredith Mas this blade wil holde let mee see then Frier Frier Mines for mine owne turne I warrant giue his Tooles rise and le ts to it but no and you loue me I skorne the oddes I can tel you see faire play and you be Gentlemen Lluellen Mary shal we Frier let vs see be their staues of a length good so now let vs deeme of the matter Frier and Potter without more clatter I haue cast your water and see as deepe into your desire as he that hadde diued everie day into your bosome O Frier wil nothing serue your turne but Larkes Are such fiue birds for such course Clarkes None but my Marian can serue your turne Eli. Cast water for the house wil burne Frier O mistres mistres flesh is fraile Ware when the signe is in the taile MIghtie is loue and doth preuaile Lluellen Therefore Frier shalt thou not faile But mightily your foe assaile And thrash this Potter with thy flaile And Potter neuer raue nor raile Not aske questions what I aile But take this toole and doe not quaile But thrash this Friers russet cote They take the Flailes And make him sing a dastards note And crie Peccaus miserere Dauid In amo amavi Goe to Mortimor Strike strike Frier Strike Potter be thou liefe or loth And if you le not strike I le strike for both Potter strikes He must needs go that the diuel driues Then Frier beware of other mens wiues Frier strikes I wish maister proud Potter the Diuell haue my soule But I le make my flaile circumscribe your noule Lluellen Why so now it cottens now the game beginnes One knaue currieth another for his sinnes Frier kneeles O maister short en my offences in mine eies If this Crucifige doe not suffice Send me to Heauen in a hempen sacrifice Frier kneeles O maisters maisters let this bee warning The Frier hath infected me with his learning Lluellen Villains do not touch the forbidden haire now to delude or to dishonor me Frier O maister quae nagata sunt grata sunt Lluellen Rice euery day thus shal it be wee le haue a thrashing set among the Friers and he that of these chalengers laies on slowest loade be thou at hand Rice to gore him with thy gode Frier A Potter Potter the Frier may rue That euer this day this our quarrel he knew My pate adle mine armes blacke and blue Potter Ah Frier who may his fates force eschew I thinke Frier you are prettilie scholde Frier And I thinke the Potter is handsomlie coold Exeunt ambo Morti. No Martimor here that Eternal fire That burnes and flames with brands of hot desire Why Martimor why doest thou not discouer Thy selfe her knight her liegeman and her louer Exit Martimor Enter Iohn Balioll King of Scots with his traine Lords of Albana and my peeres in France Since Balioll is inuested in his rights And weares the roial Scottish Diadem Time is to rouze him that the world may wotte Scotland disdaines to carrie Englands yoke Therefore my friend thus put in readines Why slacke we time to greete the English king With resolute message to let him know our minds Lord Versses though thy faith and oath be tane To follow Baliols armes for Scotlands right Yet is thy heart to Englands honor knit Therefore in spite of England and thy selfe Beare thou defiaunce proudly to thy king Tel him Albania findes heart and hope To shake of Englands tiranny be time To reskue Scotlands honor with his sword Lorde Bruce see cast about Versses necke A strangling halter that he minde his hast How farest thou Versses wilt thou doe this message Versses Although no comon post yet for my king I wil to England maugre Englands might And doe mine arrand boldly as becomes Albeit I honor English Edwards name And hold this slauish contemnment to skorne Balioll. Then hie away as swift as swallow flies And meete me on our rodes on Englands ground We there thinke of thy message and thy hast Sound Trumpets Exit Balioll. Enter King Edward Longshankes Edmund Duke of Lancaster Gloster Sussex Dauid Crespall booted from Northam Longsh. Now haue I leasure Lords to bid you welcome into Wales Welcome sweet Edmund to christen thy young nephew And welcome Cressingham giue me thy hand But Sussex what became of Mortimor We haue not seene the man this manie a daie Sussex Before your highnes rid frō hence to Northam Sir Roger was a suter to your Grace Touching faire Elinor Lluellens loue And so belike denide with discontent A discontinues from your Roial presence Longsh. Why Sussex saide we not for Elinor So she would leaue whom she had loued too long Shee might haue fauour with my Queene and me But man her minde about her fortune mounts And that 's a cause she failes in her accounts But goe with me my lord of Lancaster We will goe see my beauteous louely
these curtesies and presents bestowed on her yong Son and greatly account you for our frends Exite 4 Barons The Queens Tent opens the King his brother the Earle of Gloster enter Elinor VVho talketh there Longsh. A friend Madam Ione Madam it is the King Elinor VVelcome my Lord hey ho what haue wee there Longsh. Madam the countrey in all kindnes and duty recommend their seruice and good will to your sonne and in token of their pure good will presents him by vs with a mantle of frize richlie lined to keepe him warm Q. Elinor A mantle of frize fie fie for Gods sake let me here no more of it and if you loue me fie my lorde is this the wisedome and kindnes of the countrey now I commend me to them all and if VVales haue no more witte or manners then to cloath a Kings sonne in frize I haue a mantle in store for my boie that shall I trowe make him shine like the sonne and presume the streetes where he comes Longsh. In good time Madam he is your own lappe him as you list but I promise thee Nell I would not for tenne thousand pounds the countrey should take vnkindnes at thy wordes Q. Elinor T is no maruaile sure you haue beene roially receaued at their handes no Ned but that thy Nell doth want of her will her boie should glister like the Sommers Sunne in robes as rich as Ioue when hee triumphes His pappe should be of precious Nectar made His food Ambrosia no earthlie womans milke Sweete fires of Sinamon to open him by The Graces on his craddle should attend Venus should make his bed and waite on him And Phebus daughter sing him still a sleepe Thus would I haue my boie vsed as deuine Because he is king Edwardes sonne and mine And doe you meane to make him vp in frize For God sake laie it vp charilie and perfume it against winter it will make him a goodly warme Christemas coate Longsh. Ah Mun my brother dearer then my life How this proude honor slaies my heart with griefe Sweete Queene how much I pittie the effects This Spanish pride grees not with Englands prince Milde is the mind where honor builds his bowre And yet is earthlie honor but a flowre Fast to those lookes are all my fancies tide Pleasde with thy sweetnes angry with thy pride Qu. Eli. Fie fie me thinkes I am not where I shoulde bee Or at the least I am not where I would be Longsh. VVat wants my Queene to perfecte her content But aske and haue the King will not repent Qu. Eli. Thankes gentle Edward lordes haue at you then Haue at you all long bearded Englishmen Haue at you lords and ladies when I craue To giue your English pride a Spanish braue Longsh. VVhat meanes my Queene Gloster this is a Spanish fitte Qu. Eli. Ned thou hast graunted and canst not reuoke it Longsh. Sweete Queene saie on my worde shall bee my deede Qu. Elinor Then shal my wordes make many a bosom bleede Reede Ned thy Queenes request lapt vp in rime And saie thy Nell had skil to choose her time Read the paper Rice The pride of Englishmens long haire Is more then Englands Queene can beare VVomens right breast cut them off al And let the great tree perish with the small Longsh. VVhat meanes my louelie Elinor by this Qu. Elinor Not be denide for my request it is The rime is that mens beards and womens breasts bee cutte off c. D. Edmund Gloster an olde said saying he that grants all is askt Is much harder then Hercules taske Glost. VVere the King so mad as the Queen is wood Here were an end of Englands good Long. My word is pall I am well agreede Let mens beards milt and womens bosomes bleed Call foorth my Barbers Lords wee le first beginne Enter two Barbers Come sirra cutte me close vnto the chinne And round me euen seest thou by a dishe Leaue not a looke my Queene shall haue her wishe Qu. Eli. VVhat Ned those locks that euer pleasd thy VVere her desire where her delight doth dwell Nel VVilt thou deface that siluer laborinth More orient then pimpilde Hyancinth Sweete Ned thy sacred person ought not droupe Though my command make other gallants stoupe Longsh. Madam pardon me and pardon all No iustice but the great runnes with the small Tell me good Gloster art thou not affeard Gloster No my Lord but resolude to lose my bearde Longsh. Now Madam if you purpose to proceede To make so many guiltles Ladies bleede Here must the law begin sweete Elinor at thy breast And strech it selfe with violence to the rest False Princes ought no other doe Faire ladie then they would be done vnto Qu. Eli. VVhat logick cal you this doth Edward mock his loue Longsh. No Nell he doth as best in honor doth behoue And praies thee gentle Queene and let my praies moue Leaue these vngentle thoughts put on a milder mind Sweet lookes not loftie ciuil mood becomes a womans kinde And liue as being dead and buried in the ground Thou maist for affability and honor be renownde Qu. Elia. Naie and you preach I pray my lord begon The childe will crie and trouble you anon The Nurse closeth the Tent Quo semel est imbutarecens seruabit odorem Testa din. L. Maris Proud incest in the craddle of disdaine Bred vp in court of pride brought vp in Spaine Doest thou command him coily from thy sight That is the starre the glorie of thy sight Longsh. O could I with the riches of my crowne Buy better thoughts for my renowmed Nel Thy minde sweete Queen should be as beautifull As is thy face as is thy features all Fraught with pure honor treasure and enricht VVith vertues and glorie incomparable Ladies about her Maiestie se that the Queen your mother know not so much but at any hand our pleasure is that our young sonne be in this Mantle borne to his Christening for speciall reasons is thereto mouing from the Church as best it please your womens wittes to deuise yet sweete Ione see this faithfullie perfourmed and heare you daughter looke you be not last vp when this day coms least Gloster find another Bride in your steed Dauid goe with me Gloste Shee riseth earelie Ione that beguileth thee of a Gloster Edmund beleeue him not sweete Neece wemen can speake smooth for aduantage Ione VVe men doe you mean my good vnckle VVell be the accent where it will women are women I will beleeue you for as great a matter as this comes to my lord Glost. Gramercies sweet ladie habebis fidei mercedem contrà Exit Enter the Nouice and his company to giue the Queene Musicke at her Tent Nouice Come fellowes cast your selues euen round in a string a ring I would say come merelie on my word for the Queene is most liberall and if you will please her well shee wil paie you roially so lawful to braue wel thy Brittishe lustilie to solace our good Queene
Englishe Edward stand agaste Versses Balioll hath chosen at this time to sturre To rouze him Lion like and cast the yoke That Scots ingloriouslie haue borne from thee And all the predecessors of thy line And make his roddes to reobtaine his rights And for his homage sends thee al this despight Edmund Why how now princockes pratest thou to a king Versses I doe my message truely from my king This sword and targot chide in lowder tearmes I bring defiance from king Iohn Balioll To English Edward and his Barons all Longsh. Mâ—ie so me thinkes thou defiest mee with a witnes Versses Balioll my king in Barwicke makes his Court His campe he spreads vppon the sandie plaine And dares thee to the battaile in his right Edmund VVhat Court and Campe in Englishmens despight Longsh. Hold messenger commend me to thy King Weare thou my chaine and carrie this to him Greete all his route of Rebels more or lesse Tel them such shamefull end will hit them all And wend with this as resolutely backe As thou to England broughst thy Scottish braues Tel then disdainefullie Balioll from vs VVee le rouze him from his hold and make him soone Disloge his Campe and take his walled towne Saie what I bid thee Versses to his teeth And earne this fauour and a better thing Versses Yes King of England whom my heart beloues Thinke as I promist him to braue thee heare So shall I bid Iohn Balioll bace from thee Longsh. So shalt thou earne my chaine and fauour Versses And carrie him this token that thou sendst VVhy now is Englands haruest ripe Barons now maie you reape the rich renowne That vnder warlicke colours springs in field And growes where ensignes wan vppon the plains False Balioll VVarwicke arwicke is no hold of proose To shrowd thee from the strength of Edwards arme No Scot thy Treasons feare shal make the breach For Englands pure renowne to enter one Omnes Amaine amaine vppon these treacherous Scottes Amaine saie all vppon these treacherous Scots Longsh. VVhile wee with Edmund Gloster and the rest VVith speedie iourne is gather vp our forces And beat these brauing Scots from Englands bounds Mortimor thou shalt take the route in taske That reuell here and spoile faire Cambria My Queene when shee is strong and well a foote Shall post to London and repaste her there Then God shall send vs happely all to meete And ioy the honors of our victories Take vantage of our foes and see the time Keepe stil our hold our fight yet on the plaine Balioll I come proud Balioll and ingrate Perswaded to chase thy men from Englands gate Exit Edward King Enter Balioll with his traine Balioll. Princes of Scotland and my louing friends VVhose neckes are ouer-wearied with the yoke And seruile bondage of these Englishmen List vp your hornes and with your brasen hoofes Spurre at the honor of your Enemies T is not ambitious thoughts of priuate rule Hath forst your king to take on him these Armes T is countreis cause it is the commons good Of vs and of our braue posterity to armes to armes Versses by this hath tolde the King our mindes And he hath braued proud England to the proofe VVe will renumerate his resolution With gold with glory and with kingly gifts Lorde By sweet Saint Ierem Versses will not spare To tell his message to the English King And beard the iolly Longshankes to his face VVere he the greatest Monarch in the world And here he comes his halter makes him hast Enter Versses Long liue my lord the rightfull King of Scots Balioll. Welcome Versses what newes from England Like to the measure of Scotlands King Versses Versses my Lord in tearmes like to himselfe Like to the messenger of Scottish King Defied the Peares of England and their lords That all his Barons trembles at my threats And Longshankes himselfe as dainted and amased Gazde on my face not witting what to say Till rouzing vp he shakte his threating haire Versses quoth he take thou King Edwards chaine Vppon condicion thou a message doe To Balioll false periurde Balioll For in these tearmes he bad me greete your Grace And gaue this halter to your excellences I tooke the chaine and gaue your Grace the rope Balioll. You tooke the chaine and giue my Grace the rope Lay hold on him why miscreaÌ„t recreant And darst thou bring a halter to thy King But I will quite thy paine and in that chaine Vppon a siluer Gallowes shalt thou hang That honored with a golden rope of England And a siluer Gibbet of Scotland Thou maist hang in the aire for fowles to feede vppon And men to wonder at awaie with him away After the sight of Iohn Balioll is done enter Mortimor pursuing of the Rebels Mort. Strike vp the drum follow pursue and chase Follow pursue spare not the proudest he That hauocks Englands sacred roialty Exit Morti. Then make the proclamation vpon the walles Sound Trumpets Enter Queene alone Now fits the time to purge our melancholly and bee reuenged vppon this London Dame Katherina Enter Katherina At hand Madam Queene Bring forth our London Maris here Kather. I will Madam Queene Now Nell be thee of some tortures for the Dame And purge thy choller to the vttermost Enter Maris and Katherine Now mistres Maris you haue attendance vrgde And therefore to requite your curtesie Our minde is to bestow an office on you straight Maris My selfe my life and seruice mighty Queen are humblie at your Maiesties commaund Queene Then mistres Maris saie whether will you be our Nurse or Landeres Maris Then maie it please your Maiestie to entertaine your handmaide for your Nurse shee will attende the craddle carefully Queene O no Nurse the Babe needes no great rockeing it can lull it selfe Katherina binde her in the chaire and let me see how shee le become a Nurse so now Katherin draw forth her brest and let the Serpent sucke his fil why so now shee is a Nurse sucke on sweet Babe Maris Ah Queene sweete Queene seeke not my bloud to spill For I shal die before this Adder haue his fil Queene Die or die not my minde is fullie pleased Come Katherina to London now wil we And leaue our Maris with her nurserie Kath. Farewel sweete Maris looke vnto the Babe Exeunt Queene and Kath. Maris Farewel proud Queen the Autor of my death The scourge of England and to English dames Ah husband sweete Iohn Bearmber Maior of London Ah didst thou know how Mary is perplext Soone wouldst thou come to Wales and rid me of this paine Here shee dies But oh I die my wishe is al in vaine Enter Lluellen running out before and Dauid with a halter ready to hang himselfe Lluellen The angry Heauens frownd on Brittains face To Ecclipse the glorie of faire Cambria VVith for or aspectes the dreadful Planets lowre Lluellen basely turne thy backe and flie No Welshmen fight it to the last and die For if my men safely haue got